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/ Become a Book Agent

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fine-cut tobacco. My father had served as a soldier in the Civil War and Governor's, and also chewed fine-cut tobacco General He an head of the list. My friends at the boarding house agreed was a great start. Governor would help me, if I could get in to see him, but he didn't think I secretary. He didn doors slammed on him. Then came the call on the Catholic Bishop. I was somewhat perturbed over the idea. I was not a Catholic and had been told that priests would be rough on a young Protestant. I tried to think up a method of approach different from that used on the Governor, and pushed the bell at the episcopal residence with fear and trepidation. Imagine my surprise when a scholarly, kindly man in a black cassock came to the door and, without asking my mission, invited me into his library. He gave me a drink of ice water and remarked that it was very hot to be walking around Harrisburg. After these pleasant formalities he asked what he could do for me, and I was so completely disarmed by the courtesies shown to me that the speech I had committed to memory left me. But I finally library book sh el j books. den opportunity I had to offer. Nevertheless I could put him in a position to buy books at wholesale and at the same time present him with a handsomely bound volume of Tennyson's poems. All I asked in return for this great favor was his signature just underneath Governor Beaver's. The Bishop replied that he could not accept a gratuity from a boy trying to pay his way through college. At the same time he was always buying books, so he was happy to take a $10 membership. I thanked him and told him that I never had been treated so kindly anywhere as I had been in Harrisburg. He laughed and said he felt sure I was not the kind of a book agent as the one who had been in Harrisburg a few weeks before selling copies of a work on "Early Christian Martyrs." This man called on a lawyer named Johnson

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